In our old house in Chesapeake City, there is a third floor walkup attic that I am slowly tranforming into a living space. I suppose the time would be better spent writing, but I enjoy time that's spent hammering nails and spackling drywall. The left-brain, right-brain switch is a good thing. The attic was once home to a newlywed couple (one of the things I removed was a wire clothesline) and then bats. All of these former residents are gone. I've put up kneewalls, put drywall up in the dormers and cover the walls with tongue-and-groove paneling. The result -- well, let's just say I'm not a carpenter. But I like to crank up the tunes and hide out high above the world . . .
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attic, chesapeake city, home improvement
